Four-hour flight

It's a stray megacity dog

Nuns were on the plane

Crucifix pendants on their headpieces.

Comex everywhere, the smell of gasoline and

the wounded airport bathroom

as bad as the language gap

that meant silence in Ubers

paid in pesos, so it was three digits

instead of two

like me and each driver: Hector, Humberto, Paulo, Ali

The last one was back in the states

The others,

Mexico City.